I caught shooting stars,
And I kept them in a jar.
I did it so that I can give them to you,
As a token of our love.
But when I showed it to you,
You sneered in disgust and shattered the jar,
Scattering the stars and causing them to burst like fireworks.
It was then I found out this love was one-sided.
You never loved me like I did you.
So now,
I reside in the arms of Death,
For he cherishes my soul more than you ever did.
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Epigrams
PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
